Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Secret's Out ❯ Midnight Thought ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lord Gackt 
yaoi/sexual content
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
yaoi/sexual content
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.
With his arms restrained again, Yohji laid back and awaited whatever Aya had planned for him next. “What’s that?” he asked. He started laughing. “Oh no, tell me that isn’t a feather.”
“Okay, it’s not a feather.”
“Aya, come on,” Yohji whined. It seemed like the teasing would never end and although having the inside of his thighs stroked with a gentle feather was a joyous feeling that returned the charm of innocence to his sinful life, he needed more. He wanted to hear Aya’s balls slap up against him in a hard fuck.
“But doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes but–?”
“Good. That means you might like some other stuff too.” Yohji was still. What did Aya mean by ‘other stuff’? Painful stuff, perhaps? It made Yohji wonder further as to why he was all tied up. Maybe so that he couldn’t get away while Aya shoved a baseball bat up his hole.
Yohji’s right leg was raised in the air to give the redhead a better view to his lover’s entryway. “Okay, you can put your leg down now. But bend your knees.” Yohji did what he was told and Aya pushed both legs apart more with a little lift. The older man drew in a quick breath as he felt warm wetness along his buttocks that eventually led up the crevice as well. A burst of excitement went through his body as the end of Aya’s tongue flicked over his puckered hole.
The redhead licked slowly and casually up and down before pulling Yohji’s bottom closer to himself and spreading the cheeks a little. He then rested his entire mouth over his lover’s asshole, massaging the area with his lips.
It was nice and damp down there so Aya prodded around with his finger. Yohji closed his eyes giving thanks to the gods that the other man was finally ready to penetrate him. Aya’s saliva served as sort of a lubricant and allowed his finger to slip in a lot easier than if he’d done it dry. While he continued to finger the hole he leant down to orally service it again. Yohji smiled in delight and laughed here and there from being ticklish. A second slender finger joined the other in repetitively stroking the anal walls. “Uhhh...”, Yohji moaned out. His prostate was feeling the delicate prods. Suddenly, the fingers moved deeper. “Yes, yes...mooorre!”
“More?”
“Mhhm, 221; Yohji growled out huskily. Aya’s violet eyes narrowed and a smirk developed on his face. The two fingers were drawn out from the older boy’s entrance. “No.”
“Whyyy?” Yohji whined. But soon enough, something larger pressed at the opening. Slowly, it went in. “Ahhh...!” It was big. It felt different. It was a dildo. It was a clear blue and molded to look just like an actual penis with the exception of a few extra protrusions for added pleasure. Yohji winced and drew in a breath with a hissing sound. He could tell that this was not Aya’s dick. But he can’t complain, it feels good, especially the way it’s being twisted and turned inside of him. Yohji’s cock stood alone with it’s master unable to touch it and Aya working on something else. It swelled with blood as the testicles drew closer to the body with each arousing action that the red haired man caused. Pre-ejaculate dribbles from the head and onto Yohji’s body. He wants to come but lack of attention to his penis is holding the orgasm back.
Meanwhile, Ken lay flat on Omi’s bed. Arms and legs stretched out while his younger teammate sat nearby in a chair. “Bastard,” Ken whispered under his breath. “I still think this is all Yohji’s fault. He just wants to have it all. Guess I’ll be next on his to-screw-list.”
“Ken, shush! You’re not in competition with him. I’m sorry that you’re feelings are hurt but no one is to blame. And I think you’re putting all your eggs in one basket by acting like you own Aya. Let’s face it, he fucked you so now you’re in love and it’s killing you.”
“That’s a cheap way to put it.”
“Yeah...well it’s the truth.”
“Well, he was my first. I mean. What I did with him felt special but the value of it seems to lessen when I know that he can so easily perform the same deed with someone else; like I never existed. That’s why I can’t understand how you can be so calm knowing that Yohji is sleeping with someone else right now. He was your first, how are you able to treat him like another face in the crowd?”
“Well...”
“C’mon then.”
“Probably because I knew that Yohji was the right one for that occasion, the only one I really trusted. And because...I wasn’t really a virgin...just an anal virgin.”
“What?!”
“I’d had sex before just not the receiving way.” Ken gave him a look. “No, I’m not some wild sex-addict. I only did it one other time with a girl who worked down at the video arcade. I barely remember it, it wasn’t that exciting. Anyhow, anal definitely excited me. I had already done some experimentation with fingering myself while I was alone.”
“You dirty little whore...” Ken said in amazement, his eyelids blinking.
Aya removed the dildo slowly from Yohji’s rear end and put it to the side. It is replaced with the heat filled length of Aya’s hardened member. He draws it in and out of Yohji’s body. The man beneath him writhes with frustration. He wants Aya to stop going so slow, it’s killing him. The younger boy leans forward and takes off Yohji’s blind fold as he picks up the pace of his fucking. Yohji looked down at his cock now being grabbed and stroked upward. He tried to shake his hands free of the restraints but they were tied soundly. All he could do was look onward as his asshole was being pounded into the mattress. “Shit,” Aya hissed. He started moving faster, in and out of the tight hole. “Awe, shit!” Yohji clenched the muscles in is butt and it sent his lover over the edge. “Ahhhhh-ahh...oohh!!!” Semen shot right up the older boy’s channel with fury. Yohji felt every drop in ecstacy while Aya humped through the last few waves of climax. His fist instinctively grew tighter around Yohji’s angry cock ‘til it almost hurt.
“I’m gonna come! Fuck, fuuuck!” Yohji ejaculated madly and it splashed between them. Aya wiped his brow and looked down at his friend with a smile. “Wow,” Yohji whispered. They’d gotten so sweaty that the liquid had nearly puddled all over the sheets. “We really, really need a bath, don’t we?” Aya nodded with a cocked eyebrow and started chuckling but soon needed to catch his breath. He stood up from the bed and yawned looking around for a stray piece of clothing. He found Yohji’s shirt and wiped the two of them free of come.
There really was peace now. Even as they dipped themselves in the warm water of the bathtub, they were still overcome by the truce making sex they’d just had.
Too bad sex alone couldn’t solve every other part of their lives. The next night, all four assassins came back to Parisian Palace. The place was covered with police tape and officers. “This isn’t gonna be like I thought,” Aya admitted.
“Hmmm...” Yohji began thinking to himself. “I got it,” he nodded. “Let’s go home.”
“What?!” the leader demanded.
“Come on, hop to it.”
Reluctantly Aya started the car back up from it’s parked position and they went back to the apartment. Of course they returned to the club about an hour later. Yohji had dressed himself in well...a dress. He and Omi were going to be girls tonight. Omi wore a wig and they both had plenty of make up on, plus high heels. After leaving the car, the two walked arm in arm up to the heavily guarded front entrance of the closed down night club. “No addmittance!” Said a rather young officer putting his hand up firmly after being caught off guard. He hadn’t noticed anyone approach at first.
“What, what do you mean?” Yohji asked in a tiny voice.
The policeman’s voice softened when he got a good look at the two ladies. “Well, sorry ladies but–,”
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” asked another officer who just had to get a better look at Yohji and Omi. He smiled, clearly wanting to show off all the straight teeth that childhood braces had given him.
“Well, what’s all this no admittance about?” Yohji did his best air head impression, pretending as if the yellow police tape was for decoration only.
“A murder went down the other night, so me and the rookie here are keepin’ an eye on things in case any other strange behavior comes up.”
“Oh, really,” Omi nodded. He could hear Aya crawling through a side window of the club through his earpiece.
“I’m in” the redhead notified. Ken stood close by, prepared to warn his partner if anyone found them out or rip the shit out of anyone who may be inside to start trouble with Aya. “Okay,” the redhead whispered to himself. He looked down at the floor. Not one of the boards looked more loose than the next. “Fuck...” this meant he wasn’t going to have to try and lift them all. That was going to take time. Time he didn’t have. “If I were hiding something, where, which board would I put it under?
Aya made good use of the flashlight headband he brought along. It was too risky to actually turn the room’s lights on. He had to settle for this tiny bit of light. Quickly, he went around the edges of the room, trying to find Wood and Honami’s hiding spot.
“Wrap it up, Aya. Yohji and Omi can’t distract the officers forever.”
The red haired man was all too aware of what Ken was warning him. He could hear Yohji struggling to keep the two policeman’s attention on him each time one of them would suggest taking a quick run down on the place.
“Oh, you don’t have to go yet, do you?” Yohji pleaded. He made puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll be right back! Don’t worry girls. Just thought I heard somethin’ strange,” the second policeman said.
“But,but...me and O–Omina! Yes, me and Omina will be worried for you. If it’s a burglar or something you’ll get hurt!”
The man puffed out his chest proudly and his voice sort of deepened. “All in a day’s work Ma’am. Besides, if there is somebody foolin’ around here, I don’t want ‘em to get the chance to hurt either of you pretty young ladies. It’s better that I take care of ‘em now.”
“My hero...” Yohji said in a disappointed tone which, actually made the rookie policeman a bit jealous.
“Hey, I’ll go with ya,” the rookie announced
“No, no!” Omi cried. “Stay and...protect us. We’re scared.” It was apparent that they couldn’t keep both officers out front with them but, at least Ken would have a better chance fighting off one guy rather than two while Aya took care of business. Suddenly, Omi got a buzz in his ear. It was Aya telling him that they’d finished up and were approaching the car. “Oh...Yohjina. I totally forgot we promised to take Grandma...shoe shopping, we should probably go now!”
“Uh...” the young officer seemed baffled. “Shoe shopping. But, it’s 9:00 o‘clock at night. Isn’t this a bit late?”
“Well,” Yohji began. “You know old people, their eyes are really sensitive and some of them can’t be outside during daylight or else the sun will burn their retinas.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. Ya, learn somethin’ new everyday!” the guy smiled.
“Yeah...well, I had the best time talking to you,” Yohji cooed, fiddling with the young man’s tie as his jaw slightly dropped.
“Will I see you again?”
“Sure,” Yohji breathed. “And maybe next time I’ll get to play with your gun,”he grabbed the policeman between his legs, making him jump a bit.
“Oh-okay! See ya next time ladies!”
Omi took Yohji by the hand and tried to make their strides look casual as they clumsily tried to find the car without falling out of the heels they were wearing.
James Porter, illegal drug smuggler, eliminated.
Thomas Wood, illegal drug smuggler, eliminated.
Wood/Honami document hideaway, raided.
Mission complete.
By the time Ken had finished leading the other assassins through the winding alleyways via their earpieces, they found Aya burning the information he’d just stolen in a medal garbage bin. Yohji took out a cigarette and lit it with the reaching flames. They each gave him a look of surprise and yet amusement.
At home, it was the usual. The adrenaline in their bodies had run out and now they were tired. Omi went to bed after piling most of his clothing on the floor and Yohji fell asleep in his female garb while, sitting on the couch. Aya looked over him from a few feet away. He thought about how long it had taken to get to this point with the older boy. The dirty looks, the arguments, the denial of true feelings...none of it had been worth sacrificing the time they each could have spent enjoying one another. They were each guilty of letting their pride stop them from getting to this point sooner. “Your secret’s out, you know.”
Aya turned when he heard the stray voice. It was Ken, just behind him. “And what would that be?”
“That you love him. You tried not to but, you do.”
“There’s something about him.” Ken smiled a bit but, looked downward. “And you,” the redhead added before taking a few steps forward and touching the brunette’s arm.
“You made me feel left out...you didn’t include me earlier. I don’t know how to feel. I–.”
“I didn’t mean for it to be that way. Please don’t be upset. I love you so.” Ken instinctively hugged his lover and it felt good to know that he wasn’t being replaced by Yohji.The couple slowly walked down the hallway to the bedrooms, Ken peeked his head in Omi’s room and laughed lightly. Poor little boy was so tuckered out, he still had some of his make-up on.
“Look at him,” Ken pointed as he sat on Omi’s bed. It was so comfortable he laid down for a moment and the other boy didn’t even wake up.”
“C’mon, Ken. Let’s go to bed.”
“No, I’m too relaxed here.”
After realizing that Ken was quite serious, Aya stripped off some of his clothes and snuggled onto the bed too. Omi stirred a little bit, unable to differentiate whether this was a dream or not, he went back to sleep. Moments later, Yohji woke from the sofa, wanting to seek the comforts of someone’s gentle presence. That’s when he realized that everyone had beat him to it. In his opinion, that little queen size bed was getting plenty good use. Omi popped and eye open and before Yohji could turn away, he beckoned the older man to rest in the last empty part of the bed.
So, there they were. Technically, it was their first foursome. All in bed the way it should have been the previous night. But, maybe this was more special somehow. They four of them had taken serious leaps together to get over the fear of emotional vulnerability and jealousy. Now there was trust. No more denial, no more hurt, no more secrets to out.
*I can’t begin to explain the amount of frustration I’ve gone through with finishing this story. I almost gave up after having written several different ending versions that were all either destroyed by my computer or lost through disc failure. But, here it is. I can live in peace now.
With his arms restrained again, Yohji laid back and awaited whatever Aya had planned for him next. “What’s that?” he asked. He started laughing. “Oh no, tell me that isn’t a feather.”
“Okay, it’s not a feather.”
“Aya, come on,” Yohji whined. It seemed like the teasing would never end and although having the inside of his thighs stroked with a gentle feather was a joyous feeling that returned the charm of innocence to his sinful life, he needed more. He wanted to hear Aya’s balls slap up against him in a hard fuck.
“But doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes but–?”
“Good. That means you might like some other stuff too.” Yohji was still. What did Aya mean by ‘other stuff’? Painful stuff, perhaps? It made Yohji wonder further as to why he was all tied up. Maybe so that he couldn’t get away while Aya shoved a baseball bat up his hole.
Yohji’s right leg was raised in the air to give the redhead a better view to his lover’s entryway. “Okay, you can put your leg down now. But bend your knees.” Yohji did what he was told and Aya pushed both legs apart more with a little lift. The older man drew in a quick breath as he felt warm wetness along his buttocks that eventually led up the crevice as well. A burst of excitement went through his body as the end of Aya’s tongue flicked over his puckered hole.
The redhead licked slowly and casually up and down before pulling Yohji’s bottom closer to himself and spreading the cheeks a little. He then rested his entire mouth over his lover’s asshole, massaging the area with his lips.
It was nice and damp down there so Aya prodded around with his finger. Yohji closed his eyes giving thanks to the gods that the other man was finally ready to penetrate him. Aya’s saliva served as sort of a lubricant and allowed his finger to slip in a lot easier than if he’d done it dry. While he continued to finger the hole he leant down to orally service it again. Yohji smiled in delight and laughed here and there from being ticklish. A second slender finger joined the other in repetitively stroking the anal walls. “Uhhh...”, Yohji moaned out. His prostate was feeling the delicate prods. Suddenly, the fingers moved deeper. “Yes, yes...mooorre!”
“More?”
“Mhhm, 221; Yohji growled out huskily. Aya’s violet eyes narrowed and a smirk developed on his face. The two fingers were drawn out from the older boy’s entrance. “No.”
“Whyyy?” Yohji whined. But soon enough, something larger pressed at the opening. Slowly, it went in. “Ahhh...!” It was big. It felt different. It was a dildo. It was a clear blue and molded to look just like an actual penis with the exception of a few extra protrusions for added pleasure. Yohji winced and drew in a breath with a hissing sound. He could tell that this was not Aya’s dick. But he can’t complain, it feels good, especially the way it’s being twisted and turned inside of him. Yohji’s cock stood alone with it’s master unable to touch it and Aya working on something else. It swelled with blood as the testicles drew closer to the body with each arousing action that the red haired man caused. Pre-ejaculate dribbles from the head and onto Yohji’s body. He wants to come but lack of attention to his penis is holding the orgasm back.
Meanwhile, Ken lay flat on Omi’s bed. Arms and legs stretched out while his younger teammate sat nearby in a chair. “Bastard,” Ken whispered under his breath. “I still think this is all Yohji’s fault. He just wants to have it all. Guess I’ll be next on his to-screw-list.”
“Ken, shush! You’re not in competition with him. I’m sorry that you’re feelings are hurt but no one is to blame. And I think you’re putting all your eggs in one basket by acting like you own Aya. Let’s face it, he fucked you so now you’re in love and it’s killing you.”
“That’s a cheap way to put it.”
“Yeah...well it’s the truth.”
“Well, he was my first. I mean. What I did with him felt special but the value of it seems to lessen when I know that he can so easily perform the same deed with someone else; like I never existed. That’s why I can’t understand how you can be so calm knowing that Yohji is sleeping with someone else right now. He was your first, how are you able to treat him like another face in the crowd?”
“Well...”
“C’mon then.”
“Probably because I knew that Yohji was the right one for that occasion, the only one I really trusted. And because...I wasn’t really a virgin...just an anal virgin.”
“What?!”
“I’d had sex before just not the receiving way.” Ken gave him a look. “No, I’m not some wild sex-addict. I only did it one other time with a girl who worked down at the video arcade. I barely remember it, it wasn’t that exciting. Anyhow, anal definitely excited me. I had already done some experimentation with fingering myself while I was alone.”
“You dirty little whore...” Ken said in amazement, his eyelids blinking.
Aya removed the dildo slowly from Yohji’s rear end and put it to the side. It is replaced with the heat filled length of Aya’s hardened member. He draws it in and out of Yohji’s body. The man beneath him writhes with frustration. He wants Aya to stop going so slow, it’s killing him. The younger boy leans forward and takes off Yohji’s blind fold as he picks up the pace of his fucking. Yohji looked down at his cock now being grabbed and stroked upward. He tried to shake his hands free of the restraints but they were tied soundly. All he could do was look onward as his asshole was being pounded into the mattress. “Shit,” Aya hissed. He started moving faster, in and out of the tight hole. “Awe, shit!” Yohji clenched the muscles in is butt and it sent his lover over the edge. “Ahhhhh-ahh...oohh!!!” Semen shot right up the older boy’s channel with fury. Yohji felt every drop in ecstacy while Aya humped through the last few waves of climax. His fist instinctively grew tighter around Yohji’s angry cock ‘til it almost hurt.
“I’m gonna come! Fuck, fuuuck!” Yohji ejaculated madly and it splashed between them. Aya wiped his brow and looked down at his friend with a smile. “Wow,” Yohji whispered. They’d gotten so sweaty that the liquid had nearly puddled all over the sheets. “We really, really need a bath, don’t we?” Aya nodded with a cocked eyebrow and started chuckling but soon needed to catch his breath. He stood up from the bed and yawned looking around for a stray piece of clothing. He found Yohji’s shirt and wiped the two of them free of come.
There really was peace now. Even as they dipped themselves in the warm water of the bathtub, they were still overcome by the truce making sex they’d just had.
Too bad sex alone couldn’t solve every other part of their lives. The next night, all four assassins came back to Parisian Palace. The place was covered with police tape and officers. “This isn’t gonna be like I thought,” Aya admitted.
“Hmmm...” Yohji began thinking to himself. “I got it,” he nodded. “Let’s go home.”
“What?!” the leader demanded.
“Come on, hop to it.”
Reluctantly Aya started the car back up from it’s parked position and they went back to the apartment. Of course they returned to the club about an hour later. Yohji had dressed himself in well...a dress. He and Omi were going to be girls tonight. Omi wore a wig and they both had plenty of make up on, plus high heels. After leaving the car, the two walked arm in arm up to the heavily guarded front entrance of the closed down night club. “No addmittance!” Said a rather young officer putting his hand up firmly after being caught off guard. He hadn’t noticed anyone approach at first.
“What, what do you mean?” Yohji asked in a tiny voice.
The policeman’s voice softened when he got a good look at the two ladies. “Well, sorry ladies but–,”
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” asked another officer who just had to get a better look at Yohji and Omi. He smiled, clearly wanting to show off all the straight teeth that childhood braces had given him.
“Well, what’s all this no admittance about?” Yohji did his best air head impression, pretending as if the yellow police tape was for decoration only.
“A murder went down the other night, so me and the rookie here are keepin’ an eye on things in case any other strange behavior comes up.”
“Oh, really,” Omi nodded. He could hear Aya crawling through a side window of the club through his earpiece.
“I’m in” the redhead notified. Ken stood close by, prepared to warn his partner if anyone found them out or rip the shit out of anyone who may be inside to start trouble with Aya. “Okay,” the redhead whispered to himself. He looked down at the floor. Not one of the boards looked more loose than the next. “Fuck...” this meant he wasn’t going to have to try and lift them all. That was going to take time. Time he didn’t have. “If I were hiding something, where, which board would I put it under?
Aya made good use of the flashlight headband he brought along. It was too risky to actually turn the room’s lights on. He had to settle for this tiny bit of light. Quickly, he went around the edges of the room, trying to find Wood and Honami’s hiding spot.
“Wrap it up, Aya. Yohji and Omi can’t distract the officers forever.”
The red haired man was all too aware of what Ken was warning him. He could hear Yohji struggling to keep the two policeman’s attention on him each time one of them would suggest taking a quick run down on the place.
“Oh, you don’t have to go yet, do you?” Yohji pleaded. He made puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll be right back! Don’t worry girls. Just thought I heard somethin’ strange,” the second policeman said.
“But,but...me and O–Omina! Yes, me and Omina will be worried for you. If it’s a burglar or something you’ll get hurt!”
The man puffed out his chest proudly and his voice sort of deepened. “All in a day’s work Ma’am. Besides, if there is somebody foolin’ around here, I don’t want ‘em to get the chance to hurt either of you pretty young ladies. It’s better that I take care of ‘em now.”
“My hero...” Yohji said in a disappointed tone which, actually made the rookie policeman a bit jealous.
“Hey, I’ll go with ya,” the rookie announced
“No, no!” Omi cried. “Stay and...protect us. We’re scared.” It was apparent that they couldn’t keep both officers out front with them but, at least Ken would have a better chance fighting off one guy rather than two while Aya took care of business. Suddenly, Omi got a buzz in his ear. It was Aya telling him that they’d finished up and were approaching the car. “Oh...Yohjina. I totally forgot we promised to take Grandma...shoe shopping, we should probably go now!”
“Uh...” the young officer seemed baffled. “Shoe shopping. But, it’s 9:00 o‘clock at night. Isn’t this a bit late?”
“Well,” Yohji began. “You know old people, their eyes are really sensitive and some of them can’t be outside during daylight or else the sun will burn their retinas.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. Ya, learn somethin’ new everyday!” the guy smiled.
“Yeah...well, I had the best time talking to you,” Yohji cooed, fiddling with the young man’s tie as his jaw slightly dropped.
“Will I see you again?”
“Sure,” Yohji breathed. “And maybe next time I’ll get to play with your gun,”he grabbed the policeman between his legs, making him jump a bit.
“Oh-okay! See ya next time ladies!”
Omi took Yohji by the hand and tried to make their strides look casual as they clumsily tried to find the car without falling out of the heels they were wearing.
James Porter, illegal drug smuggler, eliminated.
Thomas Wood, illegal drug smuggler, eliminated.
Wood/Honami document hideaway, raided.
Mission complete.
By the time Ken had finished leading the other assassins through the winding alleyways via their earpieces, they found Aya burning the information he’d just stolen in a medal garbage bin. Yohji took out a cigarette and lit it with the reaching flames. They each gave him a look of surprise and yet amusement.
At home, it was the usual. The adrenaline in their bodies had run out and now they were tired. Omi went to bed after piling most of his clothing on the floor and Yohji fell asleep in his female garb while, sitting on the couch. Aya looked over him from a few feet away. He thought about how long it had taken to get to this point with the older boy. The dirty looks, the arguments, the denial of true feelings...none of it had been worth sacrificing the time they each could have spent enjoying one another. They were each guilty of letting their pride stop them from getting to this point sooner. “Your secret’s out, you know.”
Aya turned when he heard the stray voice. It was Ken, just behind him. “And what would that be?”
“That you love him. You tried not to but, you do.”
“There’s something about him.” Ken smiled a bit but, looked downward. “And you,” the redhead added before taking a few steps forward and touching the brunette’s arm.
“You made me feel left out...you didn’t include me earlier. I don’t know how to feel. I–.”
“I didn’t mean for it to be that way. Please don’t be upset. I love you so.” Ken instinctively hugged his lover and it felt good to know that he wasn’t being replaced by Yohji.The couple slowly walked down the hallway to the bedrooms, Ken peeked his head in Omi’s room and laughed lightly. Poor little boy was so tuckered out, he still had some of his make-up on.
“Look at him,” Ken pointed as he sat on Omi’s bed. It was so comfortable he laid down for a moment and the other boy didn’t even wake up.”
“C’mon, Ken. Let’s go to bed.”
“No, I’m too relaxed here.”
After realizing that Ken was quite serious, Aya stripped off some of his clothes and snuggled onto the bed too. Omi stirred a little bit, unable to differentiate whether this was a dream or not, he went back to sleep. Moments later, Yohji woke from the sofa, wanting to seek the comforts of someone’s gentle presence. That’s when he realized that everyone had beat him to it. In his opinion, that little queen size bed was getting plenty good use. Omi popped and eye open and before Yohji could turn away, he beckoned the older man to rest in the last empty part of the bed.
So, there they were. Technically, it was their first foursome. All in bed the way it should have been the previous night. But, maybe this was more special somehow. They four of them had taken serious leaps together to get over the fear of emotional vulnerability and jealousy. Now there was trust. No more denial, no more hurt, no more secrets to out.
*I can’t begin to explain the amount of frustration I’ve gone through with finishing this story. I almost gave up after having written several different ending versions that were all either destroyed by my computer or lost through disc failure. But, here it is. I can live in peace now.